The Minotaur of Hollywood, A Harvey Weinstein Production

(Dedicated to Los Angeles, that Loved Harvey Weinstein, Until it Didn’t)by Charles Carreon November 8, 2017

Way down in Los Angeles, That city by the sea There was a mighty industry That everybody thought was sweet.

They called it entertainment, Vaudeville, they made silent pictures, Publicity stills. They had talent agents, talent scouts; they made the country laugh and kept the public out.

Hollywood became its name A silly sign its claim to fame It drew foolish girls Like moths to flame In a world gone mad Well, who’s to blame.

The temples of Hollywood are up in the sky Through the freeway canyons The limousines fly. They’re loaded with girls who wanna be stars. Next stop is the Minotaur.

He’s got several lairs in the Hollywood hills, Unlike Bill Cosby, he doesn’t use pills, He more likes to trap, Then move in for the kill.

Built like a bear, but not as good looking, The Minotaur’s friends All say they weren’t watching When he feasted on virginal, delicate flesh, Wiped his mouth on his bathrobe, And satisfied, left.

Hollywood’s a labyrinth, they say, Don’t you see? Concierges and bellhops, doormen and valets, a thousand hotel rooms, a million blind hallways. A girl could get lost here And never be found Till at last that old Minotaur Does come around And asks himself lecherously, “What have I found?”

So who built this labyrinth, So secret and safe, To house this dread predator Who loves to make waste? Why did they love this Minotaur more Than the virginal offerings Whose flesh the beast tore? What did he give them To protect him with lies To induce still more victims To please his desires?

Well, the Minotaur, it seems Is a creature of dreams, For all one desires is seen in his eyes, And in that same place All one’s dreams die.

His evil is cunning; It moves not a step, Till all is secure And the trap has been set Planning and preparation the keys to his game You were foolish to trust him, so you’re to blame.

Now they say the Minotaur is dead The’ve taken off its head They’ve dragged it behind an Escalade Painting Sunset red.

Yes, they’ve got the guards out tonight Labyrinth’s locked up tight The Minotaur’s no more And the Pacific Ocean Has departed the shore.

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